From a cry to a squeal,
And some babble in the meantime;
Before you prattle with all the learnt words.
It takes a lot of practice to sound wise.
From scanty to crew cuts,
Gelled hairdos to going bald
Or turning grey when old,
It takes experience to groom your crown.
From being christened with just another name
To having it etched on a business card.
And moving onto a grave as an epitaph,
It takes a lifetime, be it a few years or decades.
From a fleeting glance to a constant gaze
And then an observant look;
Just before that hopeless fall,
It takes more than that first glimpse.
From being just another page
To turning into a phase,
And become a part of someone’s life,
All it takes is more than love.